As you know, my father hates fighting in the physical sense with a hatred which is almost fanatical, and yet, when it comes to a battle of wits, he's like a schoolboy in a football match." "It's just another development of the same thing," said Brenda.

"Man was born a fighting animal, and I guess he'll remain one till the end of time; and with all our progress in civilisation and science, and all that, the man who doesn't enjoy a fight of some sort isn't of very much account.

Now, here's tea, which is just now a more interesting subject.
Sit down, and we'll talk about vanities.

I'm just perishing to see what Regent Street and Bond Street are like.

I don't think I've spent ten dollars in London yet.